I walked through the World Trade Center subway station this morning. It felt like I was walking through a cathedral. One side was open to the hole where the towers once stood and a big, wide stairway climbed into the daylight opposite. The concourse was full of commuters, but the only sounds were feet on pavement. It felt reverent like being in church.
Drips
18
Oct 04
Word Search
In English, we have the word “awakening” to describe the transition from slumber to wakefulness. But we don’t have a single word that describes the inverse — the descent into dreamland — do we?
14
Jul 04
On Riding Singletrack
if there really is anything better than sex, it’s not a donut. not even a 6am-right-out-of-the-fat donut. if it really exists, this better-than-sex thing, it is paying off a nasty climb by blasting down a curvy, descending trail with perfectly banked berms, carving corners and floating through rock gardens until you jam on the brakes for a switchback, hop a log and sprint into the next section and the next until you’re almost as out of breath from the descent as from the climb. go ahead, just _try_ to keep the grin off my face.
29
Jul 03
Oogy Hairs
I beleive, that when seen plucked from it’s follicle, the nose hair is the most icky-looking body hair. Don’t you?
